This is a song about "Cure"

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Just us two, forevermore, you're my core, cure with a rhyme

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Eventuality to find a cure for me,

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

For a vaccination to cure the flow that smacked the nation

Im an infection and there is no cure

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

So i cure that tragedy by rhyming after bowls

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

My only cure is pretty girls who gon let me peep

I hope this music is a cure

Kick game henry bitch, bonjour